My friend: I dreamt you wrote
another blog the other day
I barely cracked a smile
My friend: Did u stop writing?
You did, didn’t you?
Me: My mind is so jumbled up, I
can’t put 2 words together.
My friend: Don’t stop writing…
I continue eating my fasolia w riz (rice and beans) lunch and she leaves a few minutes later.
As I swallowed (not chewed) down
my lunch, I got thinking about the muddle clouding my mind, and I suddenly felt
the need to gasp for air. I was overwhelmed by what’s going on around me, above me,
inside of me. What happened in Lebanon in January, what emerged in Tunis and
how things ended up in Egypt was exhausting. As an Arab, a Lebanese, a human, I
feel frustrated, appalled, broken and drained… Then Libyans scream justice,
Bahrainis get shot at the pearl round about and there are talks of earthquakes
in other countries regionally and elsewhere (no need to list them you know
who they are)